Chapter Ten: A Warning

Sherlock looked up. "Now that's a nine," he mused, looking impressed. Molly smiled at the detective's habit of rating his cases. Rory leaned over and panted some more.

"What?" he asked, looking confused. Sherlock became stiff again.

"Nevermind," he said curtly. Amy was extremely worried. She touched the Doctor's shoulder.

"Who would want to even want to kill you?"

"Maybe we shouldn't focus on that," Molly suggested. "Maybe we should focus on getting home."

"Home?" Chase asked. He frowned. "We're in the middle of the ocean." The whole room fell silent.

"Oh," Amy finally said. "Nothing. It's just a figure of speech. From where we come from. In... Nebraska." She frowned slightly at the end of her statement. Rory glanced bewilderedly at her. She shrugged helplessly. Thankfully, Chase bought it.

"Okay then," Chase replied, still looking slightly confused. "But I agree with Molly," he continued cheerfully, putting a hand on her shoulder. Sherlock scowled.

"Take your hand off her." The rest of the room fell silent once again, and all eyes turned to Molly. She blushed a deep red, but Chase smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Make me." Sherlock bristled and clenched his teeth in anger. Stay cool, he thought. You and Molly aren't together. Don't be jealous. But the sight of Chase's arm on her shoulder was too much for him. He saw the blade that the Doctor had been stabbed with and reached for it. Rory realized what he was doing and tried to intercept him, but Sherlock was too fast. He wielded the blade in front of him.

"Oh, I'll make you all right," he hissed. Chase just laughed. Around him, his friends were yelling at him to put the blade down, and Molly pulled at his arm. He pushed her away and took a step towards Chase, but the Doctor bellowed a loud "STOP!" at the top of his lungs. The two men froze.

"There will be no violence with me around. Now give me that blade," he demanded. Sherlock begrudgingly handed it over.

"Doctor?" Amy asked nervously. "Shh," he hushed. "Let me think." He ran his thumb over the intricate carvings on the blade. "I've seen these patterns before... But where?" He racked his brain, thinking of what the carvings could mean.

"Wait a minute, Doctor. What time is it?" Molly asked suddenly.

"About two in the morning. Why?" Molly looked pale. She cleared her throat.

"Um, Chase? Do you think you could leave for a bit? I need to... talk to the Doctor. Alone." Chase looked hurt for a second, but quickly regained his cool demeanor.

"Of course," he said kindly. "Anything for you." He kissed her cheek and slipped quickly out of the room. Sherlock fumed with anger.

"What's wrong Molly?" the Doctor asked kindly.

"It's two o'clock already. The Titanic is going to sink tomorrow, and we have no idea how to get home. The Doctor got stabbed, Sherlock and Chase hate each other, and I want to go home!" By this time, Molly's voice had become shrill. She was almost screaming.

"Shh, Molly, it's ok." Amy put a comforting hand on Molly's shoulder. "We're with the Doctor. He'll get us out of this."

"Yeah," Rory chimed in. "He's never let us die before." Then he rubbed his chin. "Well, except for that one time..."

"Not helping," Amy said through clenched teeth. Sherlock had been standing in the corner while this discussion was going on.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. The four turned to him, startled.

"What?" Molly asked. Sherlock shoved his hands into his pockets.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, hanging his hands. "I wasn't aware that my feuding with Chase bothered you."

"Oh," Molly said, startled. "Well, it's okay. Thank you for apologizing." She scuffed her foot on the linoleum tiling. "Um, did you have any ideas on how to get back home?"

"No," he said quietly. The group fell into an awkward silence. The impending doom of their situation had settled in, and it seemed less and less likely that they would make it home alive. But the the Doctor smiled.

"That's okay. Because I do."

"Really?" Amy asked hopefully. The Doctor nodded with a grin and jumped off his bed. Amy and Molly gasped, but the Doctor waved them off impatiently.

"We have to go back to the engine room. I just remembered seeing a part that I think I can use to make a small time vortex. We can use that to get home, if I can assemble it correctly." Everyone grinned.

"Well thats great," Rory exclaimed. Everyone was buzzing excitedly when the Doctor suddenly turned serious. He walked over to Molly and looked her in the eye. "You can't come with us. The time field is still shrouding you. If you came, whoever put it on you could track us down and try to kill me again. "

"You think the person who put the time field on Molly is the same one who stabbed you?" Sherlock asked from his corner. The Doctor nodded grimly, then looked back at Molly.

"You can stay here and wait; I'll bring the device back here when I finish it."

"Okay," Molly agreed. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt because of me." The Doctor smiled fondly at her.

"That's the spirit." He clapped his hands together. "Okay, Chase will stay here with you, because he doesn't know about time travel. I don't want him in the way and asking questions. Is that ok?"

Molly glanced at Sherlock. But she had no choice but to agree. "Sure," she replied awkwardly.

"Wonderful," the Doctor said happily, clapping his hands together again. "I'll go tell Chase and then we'll be off." He, Amy, and Rory trooped out of the room, leaving Sherlock with Molly. He stride towards Molly and began talking quickly and quietly.

"I don't trust that man, Molly. There's something about him. Something I can't read. And I don't like it. "

"Sherlock," Molly sighed, trying to cut in.

"No," he continued fiercely. "I don't trust him, and I want you to promise me that you'll be careful." Molly saw genuine concern in his eyes, something Sherlock rarely portrayed.

"Of course," she said gently. Sherlock's face relaxed.

"Thank you," he whispered. He leaned down slowly and kissed her cheek. Molly's face turned crimson. She stiffened and quickly took a deep breath. He always managed to fluster her, and now her emotions were scrambled. She opened her mouth to speak, but Sherlock had already slipped out of the door. Molly sighed. No matter what he did, Sherlock managed to send her mixed messages. One minute he was criticizing her for silly things, and the next he was jealous about her other male friends. The door creaking open snapped Molly out of her thoughts and Chase strolled in.

"Guess its just you and me," he said cheerfully. Molly touched her cheek gently, then forced a smile.

oooh. Duh duh duhhhhh. So Sherlock does care?